Tuesday, August 26, 2008

Going to San Francisco, sans flowers in my hair

I had plans for this week. Big plans. Interesting plans. Plans that you might even want to read about on this blog.

But then I fell off a hiking trail three weeks ago and those plans went up in flames faster than a Nazi during the last five minutes of Raiders of the Lost Ark.

Now I'm stuck taking an anti-inflammatory medication for a leg injury, which means I can't really spend a lot of time on my feet and, more importantly, I can't drink. So a trip to the Burning Man festival has been called off and a back-up plan to spend a few days with friends running around Washington DC is also out.

Instead, I'm going to drive around northern California in a Camry, which also means I can't do anything like this:

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I don't think I could pull that off in a sensible four-door sedan.

I'll be back here with more of the same sometime after the holiday weekend. Until then, here's a link to freelance writer Bryan McCray's dispatches from Black Rock City, if you're in the mood to read about people covering themselves in dust and building gigantic art installations in the middle of nowhere. Supposedly, he'll be the first person in history to live blog from Burning Man as it unfolds.